My Garage Story
Like any good story, my garage story of why I like my garage has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I like all three parts and each brought a different sense of happiness.
The beginning: I had just moved to Urbana and decided the house needed a garage. I stopped in at the sales office on Neil Street and met Randy. He figured out pretty quickly that I not only needed a garage but also needed a friend. Over the next several weeks we talked and met many times about the garage size, the exact location, siding, roofing, removing a tree, concrete, farming, airplanes, flying small planes, bad landings, good landings, old tractors, new tractors, loved ones, sickness, and so on.
The middle: Randy got down to business but not till the weather and plan was perfect. He became my general contractor and business consultant. A tree removal service was contracted, tree wood was removed, dirt and sand was hauled in and leveled, forms were set and re-set, slope was ensured, and a full driveway and garage floor was integrated. So many factors were well organized and sequenced with the highest quality.
The end: Randy’s building team arrived early one morning with a truck and a trailer. The wood comes off, the walls go up, the roof goes on, the window and doors set, and the siding is hung. This new garage is perfect and home to five bicycles, one car, one motorcycle, tools and camping equipment, a workbench, and one street-rod Studebaker pickup truck. Now I long to do it again.
Jim Lenz
Urbana, IL
